Chapter 365

Hou Tu stopped in mid-air, looking at the rapidly healing spatial crack, and did not pursue.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens was the territory of the Demon Court, and she would gain no advantage by going there alone.

Hou Yi dispersed his true Great Witch form and landed back on the ground, his face livid.

"Ancestral Witch, the monkey was snatched away." Hou Yi held his black bow, his voice low.

Hou Tu glanced at the devastated Hou Tu tribe and waved her hand.

Pure power of the earth fell, smoothing out the cracked ground and extinguishing the remaining True Sun Fire.

"I am already aware of this matter." Hou Tu's tone was calm. "The Demon Emperor acted personally; you could not stop him. Comfort the tribesmen and reorganize the tribe."

After speaking, Hou Tu turned and transformed into a stream of light, returning to the Pangu Hall.

This matter involved the Demon Emperor, and she needed to consult with the other Ancestral Witches.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, deep within the Demon Court.

In the Demon Emperor Hall, space fluctuated, and a golden light flew out from the void, landing in the center of the hall.

Di Jun sat on the imperial throne and opened his right hand.

A golden light flew out from his hand and landed inside the Demon Emperor Hall.

The moment Sun Wukong landed, the Ruyi Jingu Bang appeared in his hand.

His golden fur stood on end, his Great Luo magic power ran frantically within his body, and he gripped the staff with both hands, pointing straight ahead, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

There were no other demon clans in the hall at this time.

Only Di Jun, directly in front, sat upright on the imperial throne.

At this moment, he had restrained the True Sun Fire that had been lingering around his body and was not emitting the slightest bit of Semi-Sage pressure.

A pair of calm golden eyes looked at Sun Wukong below, without a trace of killing intent.

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes, staring at Di Jun on high.

"Do not waste your effort." Di Jun looked down at Sun Wukong. "This is the Demon Emperor Hall; you cannot escape."

Sun Wukong let out a cold snort and propped the Ruyi Jingu Bang on the ground, the floor of the Demon Emperor Hall emitting a dull sound.

"What did you snatch this old grandson here for?" Sun Wukong raised his head. "If you want to fight, then fight; if this old grandson frowns even once, I am no hero."

Di Jun looked at Sun Wukong's unruly appearance and laughed instead of getting angry.

"Your name is Sun Wukong?" Di Jun leaned forward. "This Emperor has checked the Demon Court roster; in the Primordial, all demon clans at the Great Luo realm have records. Only you are missing."

Di Jun's gaze became profound.

"Where do you come from? Who is your master?"

Sun Wukong's heart stirred.

He remembered Su Chen's previous instructions, saying that the two of them had seemingly arrived in the ancient Primordial and must never reveal that they came from later generations.

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and raised his chin slightly.

"This old grandson was born of heaven and earth." Sun Wukong said loudly. "I popped out of a stone on an isolated island overseas. I have been cultivating overseas and only recently came to this Primordial Continent."

He paused, his tone very natural.

"I am a newcomer and do not know about any Demon Court. I walked to Mount Wuzhi, met those Witch tribe fellows, and we became friends through a fight; I am currently a guest there. It is as simple as that."

After hearing this, the expression on Di Jun's face did not change at all.

Under his wide sleeves, his right hand quietly formed a seal.

The He Tu Luo Shu appeared in his palm.

Di Jun secretly drove his magic power, striking Sun Wukong's appearance, aura, and the words just spoken into the He Tu Luo Shu.

The star tracks rotated rapidly within his sleeves, attempting to deduce Sun Wukong's origin once again.

A moment later, Di Jun's brows furrowed slightly.

What he obtained was still a void.

The He Tu Luo Shu still failed to calculate any information about Sun Wukong.

A stormy sea surged in Di Jun's heart.

The person was right in front of him, the aura was right before his eyes, and with a supreme innate spiritual treasure plus the deduction arts of a peak Semi-Sage, he could not even grasp a trace of a clue.

Could this monkey be an anomaly not within the operation of the Heavenly Dao?

Di Jun suppressed the shock in his heart, slowly released his right hand, and the He Tu Luo Shu faded away.

"An overseas loose cultivator." Di Jun said indifferently. "Since you have just arrived in the Primordial, the ignorant are not guilty."

Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

This Demon Emperor did not intend to pursue the matter of him injuring the demon general?

"That demon general named Teng Yuan mobilized troops without authorization and reported false military intelligence." Di Jun looked at Sun Wukong. "This Emperor has already stripped him of his military rank, cast him into the lowest level of the Heavenly Prison, and subjected him to the punishment of burning his soul with Nine Nether Yin Fire for a thousand years."

After hearing this, Sun Wukong curled his lips.

"That is the rule of your Demon Court; it has nothing to do with this old grandson." Sun Wukong shouldered the Ruyi Jingu Bang. "Since there is nothing else, can this old grandson leave now?"

After speaking, Sun Wukong turned and walked toward the outside of the hall.

"Stop."

Di Jun's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable will.

The doors of the hall closed with a boom.

Sun Wukong stopped his steps, turned around, and his eyes turned cold.

"A demon clan with such peerless talent as you, wandering outside and even associating with the Witch tribe, is a loss for the demon clan." Di Jun stood up and walked down the steps step by step.

"Stay in the Demon Court." Di Jun looked straight at Sun Wukong. "This Emperor grants you the rank of Demon General, enjoy the blessing of the Demon Court's fortune, and all kinds of cultivation resources are yours to take. If you perform meritorious service in the future, it is not impossible to seal you as a Demon Saint."

Sun Wukong shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this.

"No interest." Sun Wukong refused flatly. "This old grandson is used to being wild and cannot stand your rules and regulations. Whatever Demon Court or Demon Saint, I do not care for them."

Di Jun stopped at a distance of three zhang from Sun Wukong.

"It is not up to you." Di Jun's tone turned cold. "This Emperor snatched you here; although I did not intend to hurt you, I also did not intend to let you go. You will stay in the Demon Court and behave; when you have thought it through, then come see this Emperor again."

Di Jun waved his large sleeve, and an irresistible spatial force enveloped Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's vision blurred, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

Deep within the Demon Court, a side hall.

Sun Wukong fell from mid-air, his feet landing steadily.

He looked around.

Here, immortal energy swirled, and the floor was paved with white jade tiles.

The surroundings were planted with rare flowers and exotic grasses seldom seen in the outside world, and the air was permeated with rich spiritual energy.

A giant jade bed was placed in the center of the side hall.

On the table beside the jade bed, several jade plates were placed, filled with immortal fruits emitting precious light.

"The environment is not bad." Sun Wukong muttered.

He walked to the door and reached out to push it open.

Before he could push the door open, he heard the sound of armor plates colliding in unison from outside.

"The Demon Emperor has an order." Sun Wukong pushed the door open, only to see a golden-armored demon general leading a team of demon soldiers. "You may move freely within the side hall or walk around the Demon Court as you please. But you are absolutely forbidden from stepping even half a step outside the South Tianmen. If there is any disobedience, you will be killed without mercy."

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes.

"It sounds nice, but isn't it just putting this old grandson under house arrest?"

He turned, closed the door, walked to the jade bed, and lay down flat on his back.

The jade bed emitted warm spiritual energy, making him squint his eyes comfortably.

Sun Wukong crossed his legs, casually grabbed an immortal fruit from the jade plate on the table, wiped it on his clothes, and took a big bite.

Fruit juice overflowed, and spiritual energy flowed down his throat into his abdomen.

"The taste is okay, a bit better than the wild fruits of Mount Wuzhi." Sun Wukong chewed the fruit flesh while looking at the dome of the side hall.

He was not afraid; for him, one should be content with whatever situation one finds oneself in.

But being locked up here forever was not a solution.

"I don't know how long the younger brother will be in seclusion." Sun Wukong spat out a fruit pit, his brows furrowing slightly. "If he comes out of seclusion and goes to Mount Wuzhi to find me, it won't be good if he can't find me."

"Must think of a way to send a message to the younger brother."

Sun Wukong sat up, a thoughtful look appearing in his golden pupils.

He could not sit and wait for death; he could not get out of the South Tianmen, so he would find some fun inside this Demon Court.

"Since I am here, I shall be content." Sun Wukong grinned. "Since the Demon Emperor invited this old grandson to be a guest, if I don't stir up some trouble, wouldn't I be failing his good intentions?"

Sun Wukong stood up and walked toward the door of the side hall.

He wanted to go out and see what this Demon Court was really like.

And by the way, see if he could think of a way to get his situation out.

He pushed open the side hall door and strode out.

The golden-armored demon general outside immediately stared at him with vigilance.

Sun Wukong clasped his hands behind his head, whistled, and swaggered forward along the white jade-paved corridor.

"Let's go, let's tour this Tiangong of yours." Sun Wukong's voice echoed in the corridor.